I be having breakdowns that would send people to the ward and yet I just go to sleep after and act like nothing happened the next day
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I be having breakdowns that would send people to the ward and yet I just go to sleep after and act like nothing happened the next day
found this on facebook
No one ever talks about how hard it is to trust yourself if you’ve been through trauma or are mentally ill. Not trusting others is a common assumption but what about not trusting your own mind. Not knowing which thoughts to believe. Not trusting that you will be able to go somewhere and not have a panic attack or ptsd episode or be triggered in general. Not trusting your actions because they’ve always been critiqued etc. Not trusting yourself is a new kind of hell that no one should have to experience.
I don't want to kill myself like I romanticized when I was younger. I now wish that I could simply just stop existing.
being suicidal and living for others is the most drowning feeling ever.
why can’t i find a reason to live for myself?
there is something so darkly comical about tumblr potentially outliving twitter
tumblr, which is held together with duct tape and madness, run by three raccoons in blood stained Yahoo! hats and a handful of crabs, its only discernible source of income the sale of shoelaces from an inside joke so inside no one knows the original source anymore and fake blue checkmarks... that website still lives on
truly the cockroach of social media and I love it for that
“I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.”
— Sage Francis
let me fuck the bad thoughts out of your pretty little head
[bottles up feelings and lets them age for 10 years like a fine wine]
Seeing your body in the mirror after showering.